Chapter Ninety Two

“Is something the matter, Mr. Walkers?” A man whom the others address as Mr. Storms said.

If I’d been told that Aziel Walker could ever lose his cool I would have told the person that they didn’t know whom they were talking about.

He picked up his wine glass with the other hand and took an uneasy sip.

I bit down on my lip to hide my smile and then slowly started to use his hand to rub myself. I was staring at his side profile but he didn’t dare look at me. He pulled his hand out of my hold from under my dress and picked up his wine glasses again to take another sip.

“What could ever be the matter, Mr. Storms.” He said confidently as he regained his composure. The men seemed to dismiss Aziel’s weird behavior and carried on with their conversation.

Sometime along the way when no one at the table was watching us, Aziel glanced at me for the first time since I touched myself with his hand. To anyone else watching him, they would have thought his expression remained the same but I kne